Forgotten

Ch 17

Zayn**

**FIVE MONTHS LATER**

When we get into the house after Niall's weekly checkup, I set his sleeping body in the bed, and went down to the kitchen to grab some water from the tap. I slowly walk back upstairs to see Niall awake, and staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey babe.. what's on your mind?" I ask him sitting next to him, he doesn't look at me at all, just stares straight up at the ceiling. 

"Niall..?" I say again, but he doesn't seem to hear me, he just continues to stare at the cieling. 

I sigh, and stare at him. 

He's been like this ever since he and Harry last talked five months ago. When Harry told him that he loved him, and that he'd do anything to get him back. 

Niall had been heartbroken, and cried every night for weeks, until he realized he was wasting his time I guess, and stopped crying altogether. 

He just stared at the ceiling talking to himself. Frowning, laughing, everything, to himself. 

I took him to the doctor, and the doctor said he could be experiencing doses of schizophrenia and will need pills. 

So he perscribed him four typed of pills, Stelazine, Trilafon, Trazodone, and Mirtazapine.

(A/N THESE DRUGS ARE NOT MADE UP, GOOGLE WILL TELL YOU!)

Two for depression, two for his schizo.

"Zayn?" I look over at him shocked, this is the first time he's talked to me in two weeks. 

"Yeah mate?" I answer him, looking at him hoping for a conversation.

"I love you" he says, and then stares back at the cieling

"I love you too Niall" I say, a tear falling from my eye.

Niall**

"Why's the boy crying?" Harry asks me

"He's sad I guess" I reply staring at the cieling

"Why? You told him you loved him, shouldn't that be enough?" He growls, slowly creeping toward Zayn.

"Stop Hazz, he's sad because I barely talk to him, I spend all of my time talking to you and Louis." I say, motioning towards Louis who's sitting in the corner, looking quite bored.

"Well, who would you rather talk to?" Louis asks, his dark shadowy figure looms toward me, shoulders hunched, feet barely touching the ground. "That kid? Or us." 

He glides toward Zayn, and circles him.

"You guys already know I'd rather talk to you guys. Now fuck off, and leave Liam alone." I say tiredly

"You mean Zayn?" Louis chuckles, 

"Sure, whatever." He mumbles

I look over at Zayn or Liam or whoever, to see him staring at me confused. I stare back and frown.

Fuck's he looking at?

Well, this story has taken a turn for the worst yeah? 

Bbut what do you think?

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